This book, the second annual publication of the
Medina High School, is dedicated by the Junior Class,
the class of 1915, to one whom they have learned to
know, not only as an inspiring teacher, but also as a
kind and sympathetic friend and counsellor,
SUPT. WALTER S. EDMUND.
THE EDITORIAL BOARD
Editor-in-Chief . .
Athletic Editor . . .
Literaiy Editor . .
Faleulty Member .
. Dorothy Bradway
. . . . Branch Pierce
To all who have helped make this Annual, especially to the pupils, who have so
willingly furnished portraits of themselves (and others) ; to the photographer whose “Look
pleasant, please ” has been so effective ; to the faculty for their advice and assistance ; to
the Medina business men whose generous advertising has made it a financial success; to
the A. T. Root printers, whose courtesy and patience has been unsurpassed, the Editorial
Board says a heartfelt “ We thank you.”
The present standing of the Me-
dina H. S., the loyalty of its Alum-
ni, and the honors they have won, is
an ample testimonial of the work of
its former superintendents.
W. R. Comings, 1874 — 1882
J. R. Kennan, 1886 — 1008
C. C. Carlton, 1908—1912
BOARD OF EDUCATION
Jay Sargent, Clerk
Boyden, Vice President
Clyde E. Jones
E. B. Spitzer, President
Dr. II. P. H. Robinson
Katharine Feeney, A.B., Wittenberg
J. Raymond Godlove, B.S., Tri-State Nelson L. Stear, B.S'c. in Ed., Ohio State
Eleanor Schmidt, Ph.B., Buchtel Florence Langford O’Connor, A.B., Ohio State
Edith Crockett, A.B., Oberlin Mary Louise Beech, B.Sc., in Ed., Columbia Mrs. Zoe Prouty Boult
(Ealrniiar of (ttummimmuptit
Sunday, June 7,9p.m.
Baccalaureate Sermon, M. E. Church
The Rev. Frederick W. Hass.
Monday, June 8, 9 p. m.
Grammar School Commencement, Princess Theatre
Tuesday, June 9, 9 p. m.
Class Play, Princess Theatre
Wednesday, June 10, 9 p. to.
Commencement, Congregational Church
Friday, June 1 2
Annual Alumni Meet
EIGHTH GRADE PROGRAM
Monday, June 8, 9 p. to.
Tableaux and Songs
Old Songs — Robin Adair,
Old Black Joe,
Long, Long Ago,
Love’s Old Sweet Song,
I Cannot Sing the Old Songs.
New Song — Selection from “ Floradora ”
Cupid at the Wheel — Then and Now.
Home Evening — Past and Present.
Sports — Old — Grace Hoops,
New — Baseball and Football.
Dances — Minuet, Virginia Reel, Hesitation Waltz.
Gossiping — Then and Now.
Reading — “ Courtin’ ” — Lowell Pearl Webber
Patrick Gillane, a lad of twelve, Michael’s brother
Bridget’ Gillane, ’Peter’s wife Florence Thatcher
Delia Cahel, engaged to Michael RuthFerriman
The Poor Old Woman, Cathleen Ni Houlihan. . .
Hyacinth Halvey is obviously of lighter vein, de-
picting the unbearable lot of a young man with too
much character, and his frantic but unsuccessful
efforts to lose it.
Hyacinth Homer C. Bennett
Sergeant Carden Fred Adams
James Quirke, butcher Clayton Carlton
Mrs. Delane, postmistress of Cloon
Fardy Farell, telegraph boy Emery Fisher
Miss Joyce, Priest’s housekeeper Maude Lowe
Widow Quinn Hettie Gill
THE HOUR GLASS
The Hour Glass is a Morality play in which that
greatest of all questions, that of immortality, is
brought to the attention of the hearer in a strikingly
A Wise Man Harold Harrington
A Fool Ralph Harrington
Students — Sidney High, Faye Sims,
Arthur McQuate, Karl Woodward.
An Angel Clara Fenn
The Wise Man’s Wife Evelyn Kneger
Children Blake Munson, Bessie Warner
Tuesday, June 9, 9 o’clock
Cathleen Ni Houlihan W. B. Yeats
Hyacinth Halvey Lady Gregory
The Hour Glass W. B. Yeats
The little group of playlets are typical in the por-
trayal of the religion, humor, and patriotism of Ire-
CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN
Cathleen Ni Houlihan is the awakening spirit of
a new Ireland just emerging from the long enthrall-
ing sleep of prejudice, superstition, and political
slavery. At the close it breathes the odor and radi-
ence of a new Springtime for the land of the sham-
rock, as is evident in “ I did not, but I saw a young
girl and she had the walk of a queen.”
Peter Gillane Virgil Damon
Michael Gillane, his son, going to be married. . . .
COMMENCEMENT NIGHT PROGRAM
Congregational Church, Wednesday, June 10
9 o’clock ( Eastern Time)
Overture — “College Life”- — High School Orchestra
(Ralph Harrington, Director)
Invocation The Rev. H. Samuel Fritsch
Music — “Good Fellowship” (March)
High School Orchestra
Class President’s Address Homer C. Bennett
Vocal Solo — “Angel’s Serenade”
Class Address Dr. Frank P. Graves
(University of Pennsylvania)
Violin Solo — “Son of the Puszta ” Keller-Bela
Class Valedictory Lawrence Cole
Vocal Solo — “ The Dawn of Love,”
from “The Firefly” Schiml
Presentation of Diplomas Supt. W. S. Edmund
Benediction Rev. George S. Sims
Music — “ True as Steel ” . . . . High School Orchestra
UIIIIIIIIIIIII 1 IIIIIIIIIM 111 1 iiiiii
THE PERCEPTION OF SPIRITUAL REALITIES.
BY FREDERICK W. HASS
Text: Send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me; let them lead me unto thy holy hill and to
thy tabernacles. — P sai.m 43:3.
It is a good tiling to know well the world in which we live. It is no idle task for us to
learn to know well our relation to the world of nature about us or our place in the succes-
sion of generations of men. For it is only thus that we can use to the full the rich heritage
left us by the generations that have been, or can do wisely for the generations which shall
be. Nature will not be used in just any way that caprice may indicate. She has her own
ways. Out of these she will not be coaxed nor bullied. We work in her way or we do not
work with her at all. And our own age has its own significance. To try to read into it
the significance of some past age or the supposed meaning of some age to come, is to work
our destruction. Only by having a true setting for our lives, both from the material and
the psychical standpoints, is it possible for our lives to be useful. Our lives must square
with the universe about us: the universe of nature and of men. Those lives are legion in
number which promised much because of native strength but which failed because their
setting was untrue. So we will repeat — it is well for us to know well the world in which
So marked has been the effect upon humanity of a recognition of this truth, that the
line of cleavage between civilization and barbarism is clearly seen to be drawn in relation
to it. The people who learn to know the world in which they live are the nations who are
in the van of the world’s life. They who do not know their world are straggling somewhere
in the rear. And thus it has always been. The burden which has rested upon the world
because of ignorance is simply incalculable. It is a tremendous loss for a nation not to
know its soils or the particular phases of nature with which it comes into contact. It is a
terrible thing for a nation to be dependent for its physical well being upon the physician
who does not know. It is an awful bondage for a people to have as its lawmakers men
who do not know history or economics. It is a terrible thing for a nation to have as its
teachers men who are themselves untaught. It is an awful thing for a nation to have as its
religious leaders men who are themselves lost in their superstitions. I or when these tilings
occur, individuals, communities, and nations will find that somehow the powers of nature
are working against them. In some waj^ or another, their labor comes to nothing. Even
tho they do not understand the causes of their defeat, yet the defeat itself will be written
large in their lives in mental and physical suffering.
So the place of the school is fixed and sure in human life. It is well for us to train
our senses to the limit of our powers, so that we may indeed see, and hear, and feel, taste,
smell, and otherwise learn correctly. It is well for us to study the sciences that w 7 e may
learn what progress other men have made and to conserve the gain unto the generations yet
to come. It is well for us to train ourselves in the arts, that we may be skillful to use the
knowledge which we gain. It is well for us to know history and the philosophy which
history teaches, in order that we may be able to choose that which is worth while from t hat
which is not. For we neglect these things to our own sorrow and to the sorrow of those
who follow us. The nation which has ceased to revere its teachers will soon cease to pro-
duce them. And the nation which ceases to produce its teachers will soon have no real
leaders. And then intellectual darkness, gross and dense, settles on the land and men
suffer unduly and labor in vain.
But when all this is said and allowed life will teach us anoi tier lesson. It is that there
is such a thing as devoting ourselves too exclusively to the world which lies about us and
to our relation with, and thereby neglecting another world which lies within us. One hun-
dred years ago the poet Wordsworth, who was to usher in a new age in English literature,
“The world is too much with us: late and soon
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Little we see in nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon.”
After a while, England awoke and made him, the seer, her poet laureate. Is it thus with
us? A generation ago, Matthew Arnold, a mind of keen appreciations, traveled among us
and said of us as he left our shores: “ America is too beastly prosperous. In one of his
late books, Professor Muensterberg, who is at the head of the department of philosophy
at Harvard University, writes thus: “ There is an uneasy feeling pervading our times that
the age has lost its meaning.” Last year we greeted Professor Eucken, the renewer of
Idealism in Germany, as a man with a new message when he told us that the philosophy
and life of materialism was a delusion and a snare. Why should this be greeted as a new
message? Why should there be any uneasy feeling pervading the life of our times? Are
we not rich? Certainly. Are we not prosperous, when measured by material standards?
To be sure. Is there any immediate danger of real material need? Not at all. Then
why are some of our leading thinkers uneasy? Because they feel that for a large portion
of our nation, life has lost its significance. For an important fraction of our people there
is no longer any reason to do things or to get them done. There is no longer an apprecia-
tion of our place or worth in the world. They have lost the sense of the worth of their
souls. There is no longer a certainty that things are worth while. We know from the
history of nations exactly what happens when a nation becomes a people of lost souls. The
nation itself becomes a lost nation. No props will sustain it. No songs can cheer it. No
thought can strengthen it. Its labor ceases. And with the labor it too ceases. From our
own transient moments of despair, we may as individuals get a glimpse of the paralyzing
effects of the doubt of life’s worth. In the moments when we give up the struggle, when
hopes give way, the battle itself is stopped. For no one ever struggles valiantly after the
sense of possible attainment is gone. As it is with individuals, so is it with whole nations ;
which sheds light upon the fact that all the world’s republics have died rich. Tho wealth
had increased, the power initiative was lost, and with this the power of advancement.
Why? Because nothing seemed worth while any more.
In order that life may have a meaning and shall be best expressed, it is first of all
necessary that life shall be thoroughly charged with a high purpose. But that which always
measures the strength of our purpose is our sense of the presence of God in life — in our
lives and in others. A man coming into the studio of the artist Burne-Jones remarked to
the painter: “I cannot see the beauty of that thing.” The reply of the artist was: “Do
you not wish you could? ” This is only one of the evidences that not all persons can see
the beauty of the many scenes which life presents to us. The beauty is there, but they
have not the faculty of seeing it. At a recent concert given by Paderewski a man was
noticed who was evidently drowsing. There was indeed beauty in the music; but the
man had no ears with which to perceive it. There are a great many people who cannot
appreciate the beauty of poetry. The beauty is there but they have not been trained to
feel it. In all these cases, perhaps the persons in question did not have the opportunity
to have trained in them the necessary sense with which to perceive the particular beauty
involved. Opportunities are not alike to all people. It may be that they had not the
patience necessary to stay by the task of development until it should have reached its
maturity. In either case, something real and worth while was lost to them; something
upon which the soul can lean for strength when it needs it.
In like manner, there are undoubtedly persons who do not perceive the spiritual real-
ities of the world. These realities are present and abide. But the sense by which they are
perceived has never been developed, or it has been destroyed by the cultivation of opposite
tendencies, or it has been allowed to atrophy and decay thru sheer neglect. A noted
astronomer is said to have remarked: “ There is no God; I have searched for him with my
telescope and there is no room for him.” The story taxes our credulity. It seems that no
mature persons could speak thus. Almost any child in our Sabbath-schools could have
told this astronomer that the God of whom we speak simply cannot be found in that way
at all. A physician once told me that our praying seemed to him like talking at one end
of a telephone with no one at the other end. In matters of medicine, this man was indeed
to be trusted ; but in the matter of spiritual realities, he was as a babe. Another man was
asked in regard to returning thanks at the table and replied: “ I do not believe in talking
to my potatoes.”
Now surely something is absent from these lives that other men have considered very
much worth while. That for which Jesus waited all night long on the lonely mountain or
in the desert place must surely have been a real thing to him — to him who stilled the
tempest and made honest persons of publicans. Surely it was a real tiling in his life which
the great King David was voicing when he wrote : “ The Lord is my shepherd ; I shall not
want.” Surely it was a real thing to St. Cuthbert, the missionary to Scotland, who driven
out of the country by the natives took to sea with his few followers. For when one of these
latter remarked that now every path was closed, St. Cuthbert replied : “ There is yet one
way open; the way upward.” Surely it was something real which William the Silent,
Netherlands great hero, found to sustain him thru all the long years of the unequal struggle
of his country with Spain. Sure it was a real thing of which John Stuart Mill writes thus
to Carlyle: “ I have for years had the very same idea of Christ, and the same unbounded
reverence for him as now;— which reverence was becoming, or was closely allied with all
that was becoming, a living principle in my character.” And surely it was a real t ung
which sustained the dying McKinley as he said: “ Nearer, my God, to thee; it is Ins will,
not mine.” Surely they miss something who have not learned to perceive these realities foi
It matters not in what capacity the worth of spiritual realities be tested; they will
always be found to add strength to life. To see God in the cataract , and not to idly gaze
upon the wonderful canopy of heaven by night, is to step across one of the marks of
differentiation between the beast and man. To see God in the flowering fields is not a mark
of weakness but of strength. It adds meaning to life. Rightly says the poet Tennyson:
“ Flower in the crannied wall,
If I could know you, all in all,
I’d know what God and man is.”
To see God in the destiny of nations is not to grow confused in thought but rather
to think more clearly. As the historian reads across the centuries, it becomes clear to him
that there are forces affecting human destiny which cannot be measured by material stan-
dards. Somehow, the forces of truth, kindness, justice, patience, honesty, modesty have a
large place in the development of nations. Their presence or absence is marked tremen-
dously. For it is the personal life of the nation which makes it either weak or great.
This is also true of the individual. Is conscience a mark of any individual life? Does
he speak the truth? Does he insist hard' upon what is right? Does he know how to dis-
tinguish between the good and the better? Does he know how to suffer foi a piinciple?
Has he faith, that is, does he know how to be disappointed and still go on? Can he be
kind? Can he forgive? These and kindred questions measure the difference between men
as surely as the scales, or the stopwatch, or the yardstick, or the stethoscope. Whether or
not the man can stand up under such tests eventually means more for him and for the
humanity of which he is a part, than any other measurements which can be made. And
always life is teaching us that nothing makes for such moral greatness like personal com-
munion with Almighty God.
Whether or not such communion with God shall have a large place in our lives depends
upon a personal culture of that sort of living. It is not a matter of chance, altlio the point
of decision to take it up may have seemed so. It is not inherited, altlio certain greatness
of soul is often passed on from father to son. It is not caught, altlio association with
devout persons will give incentive to the personal culture upon which devotion depends.
It is not gotten by training, altlio the child reared by the mother who prays and by the
Sunday-school teacher has a distinct advantage in being often shown the manner in which
such communion is begun. But the communion itself is a matter of personal choice and
will. Some day it will dawn upon the individual soul that this is indeed worth the having.
At that time, he must decide for himself whether he will seek it. Religiously we call such
times the moments of decision in which the soul is born again. It comes to different persons
in different ways; always the decision is demanded. The decision is never postponed with-
out some loss. Never do spiritual forces which make for righteousness and leadership in
righteousness among men come into any individual life unless the decision be in the affirm-
ative. God never bestows his personal presence upon the unwilling recipient.
My friends of the senior class, our schools have done much for you. Possibly they
have done all they could do. Yet thruout your lives you will go on learning. Some of you
will travel at a faster rate than others will go. But I think that all of you will go on.
Upon your intellectual attainments will depend much of your worth to your age and your
country. But today I am praying for you something which the experience of humanity
has shown to be worth much more than even intellectual greatness. I am praying for you
greatness of soul. I am praying for you the power to perceive clearly the presence of God
in your lives and in the world. I want you to thrive in heart. Hitherto, your homes, your
friends and your churches have done much for you religiously. You have reached the time
in life when nearly all your growth will depend upon you and upon your decision. I pray
for you that it may be a really large growth. I want the sense of God to be deep in your
lives, so that, whether the barks of your lives are carried far out into the stormy seas or
drift quietly into some sheltered haven, the voyage of life itself may always be safe for
you. May you never lose the presence of your true pilot, who is God. May his will be your
chart by which you shall steer. And when the voyage is at last at an end, may you see
Him as friend sees friend, face to face.
ALFRED T. ADAMS
President of Polymnian
Literary Society, 1911;
High School Chorus, 11,
12, 13, 14 ; High School
Orchestra, 11, 12, 14;
“ Now by two-headed
Nature hath framed
strange fellows in
Football, 12, 13, Cap-
tain of Football team, 13 ;
Baseball, 11, 12, 13, 14;
Class President, 12, 13,
14 ; Glee Club ; Class
Play ; First Sargeant of
“A man of many manly
Glee Club 11, 12, 13, 14;
“ Dame Fashion is my
Glee Cluh ; Football, 13;
Cadets, 14; Flee Club;
“Let every man be master
of his time.”
LAWRENCE E. COLE
Glee Club, 13 ; Class
Play ; Cadets, 14.
“ And still the wonder
That one small head
could carry all he
VIRGIL G. DAMON
Football, 11, 12, 13;
Flee Club ; Class Play ;
Corporal of Cadets.
“ The first rule of school
is to love the teachers.”
Glee Club, 11, 12, 13, 14;
Secretary of Polymnian
Literary Society, 13;
“ Gentle as her clime,
and sunny as her skies,
Her mind aspires to
Glee Club ; Class Play
“ Quiet, reserved, and
studious is she.”
Mgr. Baseball Team, 14;
Flee Club ; Cadets ; Class
“ I am little, but I am
Capt. of Cadets :
Football, 11, 12, 13.
‘‘His life is gentle;
and the elements
So mixed in him that
nature might stand ap,
And say to all the world,
‘ This is a man.’ ”
Glee Club, 11, 13, 14;
“ A noble woman, nobly
Glee Club, 11, 12, 13, 14;
Flee Club, Class Play;
“ The most manifest sign
of wisdom is continued
Football, 13 ; Orchestra,
11, 12, 13; Director of
Orchestra, 14; Glee Club ;
Cadets ; Class Play.
“ He talks like a book,”
His admirers all say.
What a pity he doesn’t
Shut up the same way.”
Football, 12, 13 ; Base-
ball, 14 ; Glee Club ;
Corporal of Cadets ;
“ For he is a jolly good
Glee Club, 12, 13, 14;
“ What sweet delight a
quiet life affords.”
Glee Club, 11, 12, 13, 14;
“ If God can love us all,
surely I can love a
G lee Club, 13 ; Class Play ;
School Pianist, 13, 14.
“ A daughter of the gods,
divinely tall and most
ARTHUR G. McQUATE
Glee Club ; Cadets ; Class
“ A very gentle man and
of .good conscience.”
Baseball, 14 ; Glee Club ;
Class Play; uorporal of
“ Reserved for ladies.”
PAYE U. SIMS
Base ball, 12, 13, 14;
Cadets ; Class Play.
“ A golden mind stoops
not to show of dross.”
Glee Club, 13, 14; High
School Orchestra ; Class
“ I know she taketh
most delight in music,
instruments and poetry.”
KARL T. WOODWARD
Glee Club, 14; Cadets;
“ The actions of men
are the best interpreters
of their thoughts.”
BY CLARA FENN
One lazy, dreamy spring day of 1914 I passed the Primary-school building at lecess
hour. The girls were flitting about, playing “ drop the handfierchie ; the boys, yelling and
screaming, were “ cracking the whip,” while here and there a group of timid lads stood
watching them with wistful eyes. At the furthest corner of the yard, seated on the boaid
fence under the aged weeping-willow, another group was holding consultation just as Ye
had done so many times before. A feeling of homesickness came over me, and for old times
sake I crossed the lawn, climbed up, took my former seat on the top board, and leaned
comfortably back against the tree, as the last child disappeared thru the school door.
Everything became quiet, and my thoughts wandered back to the recess hours of my child-
In the midst of our fun, Miss Smith always came down the back steps and tapped her
bell. Then we reluctantly formed in line and marched back to duty. It was in that same
building that we made our first papier-mache maps and expressed our gratitude to our
Pilgrim fathers by giving John Alden and Priscilla dialogues, ending the program by
devouring big dishes of pop-corn.
After four years of faithful work we left our old home, took up our abode in the
high-school building, and, in our struggle with long division, forgot the days of slates and
watei’-bottles. Patient Mi’s. Meyer took us under her wing, and with her motherly kindness
guided our young feet for two years, then gave us over to the protection of Miss Drake.
Under the instruction of Miss Tebbits and Miss Warren we learned to repeat such poems
as, “ Breathes there a man with soul so dead? ” and to sing the pretty little lullaby, “Sweet
The next year was one of many experiences. Upon entering the seventh grade Miss
Anna Martin took us in charge; but on account of poor health she was obliged to give up
her task. A recent high-school graduate came to our rescue and acted as substitute until
another teacher in the person of Miss Durler was procured. The months rolled by, and the
week before the semester examinations found us without a teacher, for our last instructor
had secretly disappeared, carrying with her many of our grades. We finished the year
under the supervision of Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Carlton. Like a flock without a shepherd we
had gone astray, following the primrose path of idleness and ease ; but Miss Wheatley soon
led us back to the straight and narrow way. In fact, we became so diligent, and possessed
of the spirit of helpfulness, that each and every one built a neat little home for the comfort
of some feathered songster. At the end r ' lie year about thirty of us graduated into high
After our Promotion Exercises we put away childish things ; the girls did up their hair
and pieced down their dresses, while the boys bought brand-new suits with full-length
trousers. We felt convinced that we were a most welcome addition to the High School, for
we were received with loud applause and allowed to sing, “ Vive la Medina High ” at our
first assembly period. Yes, and we have increased in popularity and numbers each succeed-
ing year. When we were Freshmen we added to our class enrollment the names of Hettie
Gill, Evelyn Krieger and Harold Harrington. Ruth Ferriman and Faye Sims became
members of our Sophomore class; and when we were Juniors Elizabeth McDowell and Ralph
Harrington decided to cast their lot with us. We have acquired such reputation thruout
the county that this year Arthur McQuate and Carl Woodward, graduates oj^ Litchfield
and Sharon respectively, asked permission to come to M. H. S. for the express purpose of
graduating with our class. To be sure, with all these additions we are only twenty-two in
number, hut we think quantity is so insignificant beside quality. For instance, we have a
poetess, a Biblical authority, a jester minus cap and bells, a doctor, a fashion plate, an
inspiring and aspiring musician, active Y. M. C. A. workers, disciplined cadets, sturdy
foot-ball men, enthusiastic base-ball players plus rooters, and truly brainy as well as brawny
fellows. It is with a feeling of regret that we are leaving our friends, and, as we separate,
following different paths in life, we shall always cherish fond recollections of those happy
days spent in dear old Medina High.
A tapping bell and a crowd of noisy, carefree children aroused me from my dreams.
I jumped from my perch and quickly slipped away, reproving myself for even imagining
our class to be superior to any other.
BY RUTH BEATRICE FERRIMAN
We’re just about to say goodbye
To our Alma Mater, Medina High.
As we come out from ’neatli her wing
We’re wondering what the years will bring.
We all are sure to do something great;
Nothing else can be our fate!
But before we spread our wings to fly
Please wait to hear me prophesy.
Just look at Doc Damon over there;
Already he has a professional air !
Prom his patience now, patients will come.
Watch him! He will be going some.
Here’s Bennett, the leader of our band,
Who, I predict, will turn out grand ;
And when his name heads the scroll of fame,
How glad we’ll be that lie’s ours to claim.
Sober and quiet, demure Clara Penn
Seems as shy as a little brown wren ;
But really, she is just full of life,
And will make some man a dandy wife.
Here are jolly Flo and laughing Lizz;
When they take hold, things have to whiz;
Where’er we are, when we hear their voice
In spite of sorrow our hearts will rejoice.
Cole, you say? Oh, he’ll win fame!
No doubt he’ll invent an aeroplane.
His studious mind and industrious hand
We know will accomplish something grand.
Emery Fisher’s our funny man.
He’ll always do the best that he can
To drive away our grief and sadness,
And fill our hearts with joy and gladness.
Harold Harrington knows how to write,
In this, as all else, lie’s certainly bright.
In years to come we’ll read his stuff,
And never be able to get enough.
We’re proud of tall fair Geraldine.
Sometime surely she will be seen
Rivaling her namesake, G. Ferrar,
As a blazing operatic star.
Ralph already has won his name,
And he’ll continue to win more fame
As long as he cleverly draws the bow,
And sweetly makes the music flow.
Gardner too we all have seen,
A bright star of the foot-ball team;
And as he there kept up the strife,
Just so he’ll play his part in life.
Carlton will till the soil, they say,
In a thoroughly scientific way.
We'll call on him when we plan an “ eat;”
He’ll surely give his old classmates a treat.
Sims and Shane and Sidney High
Will win their laurels by and by.
They’ll climb the heights tho others fail;
Their faults, we’ll ne’er have cause to wail.
Our Evelyn Kreiger and Hettie Gill
Will guide the children up Wisdom Hill.
But alas, to marry her homliest beau
Is the dismal fate of pretty Maude Lowe.
Adams with his violincello
Will make music, sweet and mellow,
And his voice we’ll often hear
In the village choir, near.
Don’t forget Woodward and Arthur McQuate.
We’re sorry they entered our class so late,
With their music and cheer. Indeed, it’s clear
For them no future we need to fear.
Of myself I have little to say,
Only this in a humble way :
What’er my lot of work may be
My duty clear I’ll try to see;
Often my thoughts will turn to you all
And the pleasant hours and joys recall.
Then life will be more bright and clear
For the happy days together here.
This small class of twenty-two
I promise you will aim to do
The best they can in quiet ways,
Nor duties shirk for want of praise;
And as the days grow into years
With hopes and joys and many fears,
I trust Medina High “ Fourteen ”
May ever be in memory green.
Senior Qllaaa ^tatiatira
BY EMERY FISHER
The Class of 1914 consists of eight girls and fourteen boys. It makes no record as to
size, but it does contend that for quality it lias never been approached by any of its pred-
ecessors. It has been experimented upon pedagogically by no less than thirty teachers,
thirteen in the grades and seventeen in the high school. Miss Schmidt and Miss Beech are
the star performers, for they are still alive after three years of service in its behalf.
The youngest member of the class is Emery Fisher; the bantam weight is Geraldine
Canavan, who, with a little help, can tip the beam at 113 lbs. Fred Adams has fought his
way to the top by means of copious draughts of cold water, and now weighs 187 lbs. The
combined weight of the whole twenty-two is over one and one-half tons. The average
weight is 139 lbs., which is also the exact weight of Faye Sims and of Ruth Ferriman. The
Class “ Skyjack ” is Harold Harrington, who looks down upon the others from the lofty
height of six feet; the shortest is Evelyn Kreiger, who measures only five feet and three
inches. Florence Thatcher is the tallest girl; Emery Fisher the shortest boy. Where we
do bear away the palm is in the size — of our feet, although the author refrains from any
personal remarks on the subject.
Last fall we had eight men in the foot-ball squad, including t lie captain, and we now
have four men out for baseball. Although we have not furnished as many men for athletics
as last year’s braggarts, the quality of our delegates puts us far ahead of all others.
Political feeling runs high amongst us. Sid High, as “ Teddy ” has five followers,
while Bennett and Shane as Wilson and Bryan lead a delegation of six Democrats. We
have also two “ Standpatters.” Among the girls there is a continual see-saw of hair-pull-
ing and ear-chewing, for four are Suffragettes and four are Anti’s.
We have eleven Congregationalists, three Methodists, two Disciples, one Episcopalian,
one Baptist, one Lutheran, one United Brethren, one member of the Church of the Brethren,
and one heathen.
All in all, there’s class to this Class.
JUNIORS — Top row, left to right: Louise Starr, James Thayer, Helen Tubbs, Fred Bohley. Second
row: William Hobart, Dorothy Bradway, William Gates, Mildred Pettit. Third row: Ralph Stuart, Hazel
Roberts, Lucile Allen, Manly Burgin. Fourth row: Joseph Seymour, Mabel Chidsey, Sadie Kernan, Nancy
Watters’. Fifth row : Branch Pierce, Emanuel Tintsman, Genevieve Nichols, Dana Whipple.
JUNIORS' — Top row: Beatrice Blakslee, Howard Warner, Alsetta Fretz, Julia Bailey. Second row: Ethel
Kreiger, Ralph Waters, Doris Searles, Otto Morlock. Third row: Emily Clark, Marjorie Kindig, Lloyd Heath,
Dessie Leatlierman. Fourth row: Ruth Burkett, Alfred Dannley, Harold Burnham, Orene Sherman. Fifth
row: Guy Chamberlain, Jennie Rickert, Anna Holcomb, Edith Shepard.
BY EDITH A. SHEPARD
In looking at the M. H. S. class of 1915 today one would scarcely recognize the care-
free band of Freshmen who, in the fall of 1911, for the first time entered our magnificent
educational structure as high-school pupils. Last but not least were we; for we entered
with the overpowering number of seventy-seven, the largest class ever enrolled in M. H. S.,
and we were justly proud of our record. During our Freshman year we were faithfully
watched over and cared for by Miss Sellers, who shared with us our first experience in M. H.
S. Our idea of High School was to have our own way and a good time. The former was
somewhat interfered with during the year, but vve carried out the latter to its highest
degree, for we successfully “ pulled off ” five class parties and planned several others. Our
high scholastic attainments were few and far between and can be found only by the most
minute examination of ancient grade books, and our literary efforts are indeed “ gone but
not forgotten,” as is likewise the splendid banquet at their close. At the end of this never-
to-be-forgotten year we bade farewell to our noble superintendent, Mr. Carlton, to our
patient instructor, Mr. Shade, to our coach and teacher, Mr. Beach, and hesitated between
tears and smiles when we learned that our much-lovecl English teacher, Miss Beech, was to
leave us for a year. We had now closed a year of high-school life, and, being the largest
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class in the High School ever known in Medina, we felt that we had played an important
part in the world’s current events.
At the beginning of the second year perhaps the “ gayest ” bunch of “ young ” Sopho-
mores that ever crossed the threshold entered the assembly room to meet and greet Miss
O’Connor and with her help hold down this solemn chamber through the year in which we
rounded the second curve of our course. This year we also welcomed to our midst our
superintendent, Mr. Edmund, Miss Crockett, and Miss Swisher. Though perhaps less
violent, our gayety was not in the least diminished, and came to a grand climax in the High
School ball given in March at the suggestion of the Sophs. Now with a start of surprise
we discovered that our race was half finished and that we were already Juniors.
On entering this year we left behind us our first guardian Miss Sellers (who decided
that she liked our fair city but, though remaining in it, preferred to alter her name and
occupation), our principal, Mr. Smith, and Miss Swisher; but in their stead came Miss
Feeney, Miss Beech, Mr. Stear, and Mr. Godlove. On Miss Beech’s return we persuaded
Mr. Edmund that she really needed our care and protection and so she has spent the year
with us in “ our little room down stairs,” bearing with us our trials and tribulations and
helping us in all our tasks from beautifying our room with ferns and flowers to elevating
our minds with Shakespeare, Homer, etc. We have had fewer “ doings ” this year than in
those preceding, but it has been no less enjoyable; and when its door closes we shall all
feel that one of the most memorable years of our life has been shut behind.
In these three years of high-school life we have been taught by fourteen different
teachers, Miss Schmidt being the only one who has been with us all the time. From seventy-
seven our number has diminshed to forty-one. Many and varied are the reasons for its
decrease; some have been called from us for more important business, others have moved
to different towns, and still others on account of convenient nervous breakdowns have been
compelled to seek more quiet and healthful surroundings. In athletics we have never
failed to furnish the teams with representatives worthy of praise, while the rest of us
shouted ourselves hoarse from bleachers and side-lines.
And now “ not at the top but climbing,” the class of 1915 stands ready to start down
the home stretch as grave and reverend Seniors.
BY FAYE FENTON
Considering ourselv'es from every point of view we appear to be a very hearty class
When school opened last September our
enrollment was as follows
Andrew Long Lloyd Leatherman
A glance at last year’s Annual shows that our original Freshman number was forty-
seven. Many of these are gone, and at the present time we boast only thirty-five; for
Raymond Case and Lloyd Leatherman dropped out about the middle of the year.
When we came into this High School in 1912, the Board of Education, realizing that
an exceptional class was entering, made every effort possible to provide for our comfort.
They carried this careful consideration to the extent of putting Miss Pearl Sellers, now
Mrs. Wm. Hammerschmidt, in charge of our room. That first year was a sad one to us
for at every turn some Junior like Fisher was continually scaring us, or hitting us with a
wooden eraser. That is all changed now. You ought to see how we make those “ Eighth
Grade Freshmen ” “ walk chalk.” They even shine our shoes and brush our clothes with-
out our bidding.
We have our Best girl always with us. Our Faith never falters. We learned in Latin
that rex means king; so we rejoice that we have two scions of royalty amongst us. We
have a Shepard to watch our flock, a Sargeant to drill us, a Leach to cure us; in fact, we
will not Hyde from you that we consider the Class of 1916 the bright and shining light of
old Medina High!
W« /Da/res t+p for cut pY i) y ttt ^uxfit^y
iFrcshmatt A liaturg
The present Freshman Class started its career under Miss Ella, the kindergarten
teacher. The following - made up the original number.
Metta Dell Green
The next year we began our school life under Miss Dawley. During the year, Inez
Brockway came into our class. In our second year several were promoted into the third
grade, and, at the same time, Margaret Borger and Amy Slater entered the class. The
following year, Lester Campbell and Harold Baque were added to our number, but several
others were taken from us so that the total remained nearly the same. The year after, our
last in the primary grades, we lost several of our former classmates, but none which are
now with us entered the class at that time.
In the fifth grade, Welthene Fenn and Ethel Sprankle joined ns. The next year we
went to the High School building for the first time, having been in the I. 0. 0. F. Temple
the previous year. Elizabeth Branch and Raymond Bennett entered that year, but as usual
we lost several others. During our seventh year eleven pupils left their former class for
ours. The names are as follows :
Mahlon Walker Helen Hunt
Marie Hurlebaus Harold Hedges
Gladys Shepard Derwin Nettleton
Not all of the above came to stay, however, as we have only six of them with us now.
In our last year in the grades we began school in the High School building, but soon
moved to the newly finished Garfield building. That year also a large number joined the
Ruth Gill Ruth Gilbert Bryan Case
Zola Turner Floyd Baylor Harold Waite
In the spring we were saddened by the death of Floyd Baylor.
During our eight years in the grades we had three superintendents: J. R. Ivennan,
C. C. Carlton, and W. S. Edmund. Our regular teachers not already mentioned were Miss
McDougall, Miss Tubbs, Mrs. Wright, Miss Warner, Miss Lacy, Miss Drake, and Miss
The September after our graduation from the eighth grade we found our way into the
Freshman room where Miss Feeney was given charge of us. As had happened once before
a large number left their former class of school for oui’s. Three of them, Neal Rosbon,
Gertrude Sprankle and Paul Taylor, have since left school, and one, Wilbur Arick, denies
that he is a Freshman although he prefers to sit in our Freshman room.
All through our school life our classmates have been constantly changing until now
very few of the original group remain. At the end of our Freshman year we have the
following fifty members :
Metta Dell Green
Let us hope that each one may safely finish his course and receive his diploma.
Most of the class of 1918 have the proud distinction of having begun their existence
with the twentieth century. When five years of our life had been spent, we started to kind-
ergarten under the direction of Miss Ella. There we learned, after many hard trials, to
build sand castles and mold clay into different models. Some of the original class consisted
of the following:
Walter Leach Eleanor Wright Percy Fenn
Esther Wertz Marian Fisher Helen Bigelow
Edna Swain Vesta Johnson Max High
As we went through the Primary and Grammar grades most of us displayed the usual
ability, but our exceptions were the precocious personages of Professors Kellogg and
Clement, the latter a suffragist. We finished our Grammar grade career under the careful
guidance of Miss Wheatley, from whom we learned not only some of the mysteries of
arithmetic and the other “ necessities,” but also that it is a sin to shoot paper wads, and
to chew gum.
Don’t forget that we were the first class to graduate in January, after having galloped
through a year’s work in four and one-half months’ time. After the harrowing experiences
of initiation, we started our topsy-turvy journey through High School with the following
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We have a “ Bud ” (Munson, who is 3 ft.) and a “ Flower ” (Gardner, who is 8 ft.)
and are ever kept merry by Cherry (Bennett). We are always on the Wright (Eleanor)
track because we have two Warners (Isabelle and Bessie).
Let us all hope that we shall see all these Freshmen graduate from the Medina High
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Coach J. R. Godlove
Captain i Homer Bennett
Manager Virgil Damon
The football prospects for the season of 1913 were quite hopeful before the first two
games. After these, which were defeats, the team seemed to lose courage; but in the next
game, which was against Wadsworth H. S., the good spirits again returned and seemed
to stay off and on during the remainder of the season, which was summed up to be about as
successful as any that M. H. S. had had in football. The scores of the different games
were as follows :
CuyahogaFls 14 M.H.S. 0 Ravenna 26. .. .M.PI.S. 19 Ashland 0 M.H.S. 46
Barberton 37...M.HS. 0 Wooster 7 M.H.S. 0 Wadsworth 0... M.H.S. 14
Wadsworth 5... M.H.S. 41 Mansfield 44... M.H.S. 0 Wooster 0 M.H.S. 7
The total number of defeats was 5, of victories 4, and the total number points scored
M. H. S. 134, adversaries, 133. The line up playing the most games was as follows:
Backs — Bennett, Boliley, Sargent, Chamberlain.
Ends — High, Roshon.
Tackles — Damon, Gardner.
Guards — Harrington, Leatherman.
Centers — Long, Pierce.
Substitutes — Carlton, R. Case, Longacre, Greisinger, Nixon, Stanley, Whipple, C.
Coach T. R. Godlove
Captain Max Sargeant
Manager Emery Fisher
Blue, indeed, was the outlook for the team of 1914, when, for the first time, the bunch
of rookies stood upon the diamond. Gone were those famed sluggers of the year preceding,
the best M. H. S. has ever produced. “ Who can fill the places of Walton, House, Brought,
Lowe, Maple and Snedden 1 ?” we asked. But it doesn’t look so bad now. Of the nine games
thus far played, six have been victories, and only two defeats.
This is the team and the line up :
Chamberlain . . . .
Ferriman . . . .
. . . . rf.
Sargeant . . .
. . . ss.. Capt.
P. Shane . . . .
FIRST FOOT BALL TEAM OF M. H. S. — 1894.
M. H. S. FOOT BALL TEAM — 1913.
Coach, J. R. Godlove; Captain, Max Sargeant; Manager, Emery Fisher. Blue, indeed, was the outlook for the team of 1914, when, for the first time,
the bunch of rookies stood upon the diamond. Gone were those famed sluggers of the year preceding, the best M. H. S. has ever produced. “ Who can
fill the places of Walton, House, Brought, Lowe, Maple and Snedden ? ” we asked. But it doesn’t look so bad now. Of the nine games thus far played
six have been victories, and only two defeats. This is the team line up: Bohley, p., lb.; Pierce, 3.; Sargeant, s.s., Capt. ; Bennett, p„ lb.; Ferriman
2b.; P. Shane, 3b.; Chamberlain, If.; C. Shane, rf. ; Borger, cf.
HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA
1st violin (director)
. . . . Ellen White
. .Alfred Dannley
. . . . Nelson Steal'
. . .Alfred Adams
Cornet Charley Bart
Trombone Stowe White
The orchestra has worked hard during the winter months, an average of one evening
a week being spent in consistent practice. Each member has done his best to give individ-
ually the finest quality of music and to increase the efficiency and promote the welfare of
the orchestra as a unit. We are justly proud of our work and the class of music which we
play. Quarrels, disputes and hard feelings have been entirely absent from our midst.
We wish to express publicly our sincerest gratitude to our kind friends who have
opened their hearts and their homes that we might have pleasant places in which to meet,
and who have expended their time, labor, and money to make the evenings enjoyable.
Without the social part of our meetings, the orchestra would have fared badly. We wish
you to know that Mrs. Thatcher’s doughnuts and coffee, Mrs. White’s popcorn crisp and
Mrs. Dannley’s cookies and cocoa are the best we ever tasted.
We have done our best. Our work is done, our practices over. For some of us this
marks the end of our High School career, but avc will always remember the High School
orchestra with pleasure. R. H. H.
THE CHORUS ; ZOE PROUTY BOULT, DIRECTOR
It is with no little pride that we speak of the chorus. It has added so much to our own pleasure, and so much to our reputation, both at home
and abroad that whenever we think of The Chorus it is with keen satisfaction. No musical organization succeeds of its own accord and this is no
exception. The credit for making this organization what it is, belongs to Mrs. Boult, whose untiring energy and unfailing enthusiasm, added to her
inspiring leadership, have brought this high standard to the singers of Medina Hi.
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BY HOMER BENNETT
Master Sidney is sitting in the big arm chair, apparently deeply buried in a book, but
every now and then he closes it and starts to get up. Then after some deliberation he again
resumes his seat and opens the volume. Finally with firm resolve written all over his manly
features he slams the book shut, het* up and strides to the telephone. He hesitates, and
then jerks the receiver from the hook.
“ Hem-hem, give me 4-3-2-GIv, if you please.”
His heart is pounding like an old steam engine. His voice almost leaves him.
“ Yes, yes, hello ! Who is this? ”
“ Oh — why — Is Mary there? ”
“ Well, may — may I talk to her? ”
His hands are shaking so hard that he can hardly hold the receiver.
“ Oh, hello, is this you, Mary? ”
“ It’s a nice day, ain’t it? ”
“ Say, where were you today? I didn’t see you at school.”
“ Gee, that was too bad.”
A long silence follows in which Sidney’s mouth commences to feel like the Sahara
“ Say, Mary, do you know they’re going to have a pie social at the school house
Now is the critical moment; he summons all his courage to his aid.
“ Don’t you want to go with me? ”
“ Well, I’ll be round at your place at 6 :30. Goodbye.” He had done it ! He walks back
to his chair, sits down, and reopens his book. He heaves a sigh and a happy grin spreads
itself over his face.
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BY LAWRENCE COLE
“ There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.” 1 believe this must
be t he basis upon which the spiritualists work. You would pooh-pooh a ghost story if it
was told in broad daylight, but I dare say that if you heard the same story out beside the
dying embers of a camp-fire, with the blaze casting flickering shadows on the moaning
pines, you would have a different, and perhaps a more hair-raising, conception of the tale.
The medium’s room where we met was without light, except that which came in
through the door that led to a darkened corridor, and after fifteen of us had arrived
— Maclame Sure never allowed more than fifteen in one of her seances — the door was
closed and the apartment became pitch dark. (She said that she could not control the
spirits if there was any light present.)
When finally, after saying the Lord’s Prayer and singing “ Lead, Kindly Light,” all
became so silent that I wanted to choke my watch for ticking so loud, a ghostly moaning
voice broke the hush with the words, “ Is there an Elizabeth Aonman among you? ” The
spirit of her mother is waiting to be heard.” I heard a half-sob at my right and a young
lady, whom I had noticed as wearing mourning when she entered, feebly responded.
A faint quavering voice issued from somewhere, “ Ah, Bess, ’t is you. How I have
longed to speak to you and tell you not to sorrow for me. 1 am happy here in the spirit
world, for each day 1 watch over you.” The voice continued and admonished her daughter
to go to mass and above all to attend seances regularly, that she might speak to her.
One after another was spoken to by some deceased relative and 1 began to think of
going. In a moment of silence, like a cloudburst from a clear sky came the words, u Is
Lawrence Cole here?” My heart leaped to my throat. If some one had knocked every
breath out of my body I could have replied about as well. 1 managed, however, to whisper
a faint “ Yes,” and waited.
The voice came from somewhere in the front of the room. “ 1 am your great-grand-
father, whom you have never seen. For more than sixty years, I have tried to get into
communication with some one whom I might trust. Long ago, when your mother was but
a child I withdrew from the bank, without the knowledge of any member of my family, a
sum of $6000. There had been rumors for months that the bank might fail and I was
determined to make some provision for my loved ones. I took the money, which was in
three sacks, and after all had fallen asleep that night, I buried it along with my will, under
a big boulder in the pasture, just west of the barn. Afterwards I took my spade and pick
back to the tool house. When I was but a little distance away, something seemed to grip
my throat, a mist came over my eyes, and I fell to the ground. In falling I struck my head
on a rock at the edge of the path, and there breathed my last. If you will go to the big
boulder now you will find the gold. God speed you, my son. Farewell.” The voice was
Immediately the room filled with light, and I knew the seance was over. I rubbed my
blinking eyes, donned my cap and took a car for the Suburban station. I had visions of
wealth easily earned; but I was soon to be disillusioned.
When I told it to Mother I was fairly laughed out of the house. Her grandfather had
died of pneumonia, and had never lived on a farm. So this is the first time I have told
the story. But a theme is a theme, and, rather than go without, I determined to let the
BY HAROLD HARRINGTON
Ever since this earth has been covered with enough suitable material to make war
interesting, there has been conflict. Battles great and battles small have been fought
between men; some with holy reasons, some wth unholy reasons, some with just reasons,
some with unjust reasons, some against fellow-men, some against beasts, some against the
wild elements. No, not a nation can be found which has enjoyed the ignorance of war.
But in our peaceful country the pugnacious element is reduced to a minimum, although in
certain people certain characteristics show up which indicate the warlike spirit inherent
in the race.
In the course of the world’s history we find, in a simple country community, two boys,
who, for a short period, were seized with the fascinating desire for war. They drew their
plans; they fashioned their artillery; they placed their redoubts. They saw ahead the
repetition of Gettysburg but they were destined to a second Waterloo.
There was nothing unusual in the local atmosphere this first day of July when our
friends were entertaining their warlike mood. The rising sun promised an ideal summer
day. The gentle breeze, conveying the pleasant odor of the clover plants and swaying to
and fro the golden wheat, did not give any special encouragement to the idea of battle.
Why not use this fine day in a more pleasant 1113111101'“? Why mar the cheerfulness of the
morning with the sorrows of war? No, they had set their purpose; they would carry out
their plan. They retired to the woodshed for preparation, and, after a deal of consultation,
appeared at the orchard gate, equipped for battle. Their artillery consisted of two well
carved shingle paddles, a large jug half filled with water, and a long willow pole.
Column right, forward march ! and they are off across the orchard, which does not yet
supply them with an inducement to tarry, thru the cornfield where roasting ears are yet
to come, and arrive at their point of attack in the open havfield which has been recently
cleared of its summer crop.
They look at each other with an air of dignity and point to an insignificant spot on
the ground which would be ordinarily mistaken for an overturned stubble. With the jug
in place a few feet from the spot the younger warrior at his elder’s command lightly
touches the place of attention and in immediate response a savage bumblebee comes forth
to accept the challenge for battle. By the dextrous handling of the paddles this gentleman
is escorted to the mouth of the jug where he willingly retires to an unknown fate. Again
the enemy is disturbed and again forth comes a single warrior, confident of waylaying the
But one at a time would never do. Such infrequent slaughter was not enough to satisfy
the cold hearts of these determined fighters. They were in for war and it must come
quickly. A sharp punch with the pole into the rebels’ nest brought about the desired result.
From the ground arose a mass of bees spreading in all directions, much in the form of a
miniature volcano. They beheld the marauders and maneuvering their entire force in that
direction gave vent to battle royal.
In response to the attack, paddles were swung viciously to and fro, and bits of shat-
tered air flew wildly about. Two large straw hats served both as ensigns and reserve
artillery. The bees attacked the young gallants at every corner, at ankles, on hands, ba^k
of the neck and on the nose; not one opportunity was given them to surrender or retract.
The situation became more and more unsettled; what was the proper thing to do“? They
tried to think, at the same time jumping several feet in ti e air and waving their arms like
discontended and rebellious pendulums. Conclusions were scarce, but finally as awakening
from a trance they swept across the field in the hope of finding some distant place wherein
these terrible insects could not exist.
Down thru the bright cheerful cornfield their retreat leads them. Dinner bell simul-
taneously ringing tells the presence of an important hour. Important ! Not enough to cause
these ambitious warriors to discontinue their employment. But on and on, over hills and
thru valleys their mission bids them follow. The cows reclining in the pleasant shade of a
clump of maples reminded them of the rest they so desired and the glories of war died out
while the virtues of peace shone brightly.
Not long could their minds dwell on this subject for they must find retreat from their
fearful enemies. Ahead was a thicket of elder underbrush. It seemed, in the minds of our
young friends, to have been put there by the hand of fate for their deliverance. Surely
beyond this barrier could no vile insects live. A leap, a crash, and we must transfer our
camera to the other side. Rolling, bumping and tumbling down a steep grassy hill migrated
our heroes in their newly discovered world. A splash and they floundered in a shallow
pond. Thoroughly soaked they came out of the water but met no enemy. They here found
peace and have since kept it.
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BY EVELYN KREIGER
Die deutsche Sprache ist ein sehr interessantes und vorteilhaftes Studium. Es gibt
viele Ursache dafur:
Die Gesehichten, die man in den deutschen Klassen best, sind beinahe alle interessant.
Zum Beispiel, wer hat u Immensee ” nicht genossen? Hatten wir alle nicht Reinhardt und
Elizabeth gern, und waren wir alle nicht traurig als Elizabeth Erick lieiratete?
Diese Gesehichten werden alle von den besten Yerfasser geschrieben und deshalb sind
einige der Gemme der deutschen Literatur. Obgleich wir “ Das Lied von der Glocke ” nicht
sehr genossen haben, doch ist es Schillers beruhmtestes Gedicht, und enthielt viele schone
und lehrreiche Gedanken.
Es gibt nocli andere Bucher die wir gelesen haben, die lelirreich sind. “ Wilhelm Tell ”
zeight uns vieles von der Geshichte Deutschlands und von der Bedingung des Yolkes. Das
Lesen von solchen Buchern als “ Im Vaterland ” und “ Gluck Auf ” gibt uns die Sitten
und Gebrauclie des deutschen Yolkes sowohl die Marchen und Aberglaube desselben.
Tn dem Studium von soldi einem Buehe wie “ Bilder aus der Deutschen Literatur ”
finden wir viele Geschichte und Gedichte, die sehr gut und interessant sind. Lines Gedicht,
das mit viel interessiert, ist “ Mignon ” von Goethe.
Dieses Lied ist ein Teil von Goethes Buch “ Wilhelm Meister.” Wilhelm Meister, der
Held, findet ein Kind, das ihn, unter einer Gesellschaft von Seiltanzer, sehr viel anzieht.
Einmal als der Herr der Gesellschaft sie selling, wurde Wilhelm zornig und er kaufte das
Kind. Ihm Avar sie sehr dankbar und tat alles fur ihn das sie konnte. Ihr Vaterland war
Italien, und als sie nocli sehr klein war, wurde sie von ihren Eltern gestohlen. Jetzt erin-
nert sie sich ihrer prachtigen Heimat und des goldenen Landes wo alles sclion sei. Sie
wollte da sein und so sang sie das Lied das so sclion ist und das bei \ T ielen Leuten so Abel
“ Kennst du das Land, avo die Citronen bluhn? ”
Also habe ich Deutscli gern weil es mir geholfen hat; weil es ein wichtiges Studium ist;
und weil es interessant ist.
She Jog (Enluuut
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If while perusing the pages of this department you should happen to meet something
familiar, please, out of sympathy toward the editor hereof, do not let the fact be known.
Maintain a calm and peaceful facial expression. There is but little originality here.
Most of the material has been “ swiped ” or u suggested. ” However, before throwing
yourself blindly into the clutches of this Joy Column, I wish to impress upon your
mind that “ reading maketh a full man.” Keep this constantly before you and do not allow
yourself t he disgrace of intoxication. Furthermore I would suggest that all corpulent
persons remember the proverb which tells the effect of laughing, and therefore restrain
from unseemly mirth.
Any one who leaves the doors of our educational institution with a diploma under his
arm may, without exception, he looked upon as a perfect gentleman and one who is thor-
oughly trained in etiquette. A certain alumnus was milking one night, and after having
finished with two or three cows Avas called from the barn. Upon returning, having forgot-
ten where he left off, he sat down to one of the animals he had already milked. On discov-
ering his mistake he gracefully arose, and with hat in hand, exclaimed, “ Oh, I beg your
pardon.” (Mallet Creek papers please copy.)
The Annual is a great invention,
The school gets all the fame,
The printer gets the money,
But the staff, — it gets the blame.
Some men are born Hunkers, others attain a flunk, and some have it forced upon them.
Miss Crockett : — Your answer is about as clear as mud.
11 Woggie ” : — Well, that covers the ground, doesn’t it 1 ?
The parsons heap upon my head
Tales of brimstone when we’re dead,
Of fire and smoke and demons red
And wicked souls to torture led.
But I’ve a thought that’s all my own
From the seeds of ripe experience grown,
That man gets all the H — that’s goin’
Before his soul from earth has flown.
Contributed by Ralph Harrington.
Sims: — Are you going up to hear the lecture on the appendix 1 ?
Bennett : — No, I’m tired of these organ recitals.
Miss Beech: — What kind of an education did Mark Twain receive"?
Hettie Gill : — He didn’t go to school after he quit.
Sid High : — I’ve just bought a new Balmacaan with pockets so big I can put any book
I ever studied in them.
S. Burgin : — I can put any I ever studied in my watch pocket.
“ Red ” Stanley : — I speak two languages, English and Profane.
Director Harrington: — (At orchestra rehearsal) Haven’t you got a rest there?
Fred Adams : — Yes.
D. H. :— Well, play it.
The Freshmen are like breezes,
They swiftly come and go,
They puff themselves immensely,
And blow, and blow, and blow.
A Sophomore is like a kerosene lamp; not especially bright, is turned down once in a
while, smokes occasionally, and goes out nights.
A green little Junior, in his green little way,
Tried a chemical mixture, for fun one day,
And now the tender grasses do tenderly wave
Over the green little Junior’s green little grave.
He failed in Latin, flunked in French,
We heard him fiercely hiss,
“ I’d like to find the man who said,
That ‘ Ignorance is bliss.’ ”
OUR HIGH SCHOOL RAG
The ink-smeared towel hanging in the Chemistry Lab.
It is self-evident that our superintendent’s esthetic mind seldom travels in musical
channels. He was informed over the ’phone by Director Harrington that the High School
Orchestra would play Sextette from “ Lucia ” at the Teachers’ Institute, but it appeared
on the programme as “ Side-Lights from Lucia.”
Dudley B. : — Gladys, isn’t it a shame that this is the last evening I can be with you
until tomorow evening?
In the Spring a young man’s fancy; — you bet he is. Look at Emery Fisher, for
Paul S. : — The biggest roughnecks always get the prettiest girls.
Elizabeth M. : — Now you are trying to flatter me.
DUD BORDER’S SERENADE
As Harrington needs more shortness,
As Cole must needs be tall,
As Dr. Fritsch needs hill tops
From off of which to fall,
As we all need more daylight,
As Long a longer shoe,
As Faye Sims to be snow-bound,
That’s how I need you.
We are informed by an exceptionally brilliant young English student that Beowolf is
the longest “ epidemic ” poem in the English Literature.
To Faye Fenton, alias Billy Brag:
Some men are born for greatness, and others merely a swell-head.
Miss Beech: — Explain the allusion to “ The Royal Touch ” in the Life of Johnson.
Howard Warner: — When the King gave Johnson a pension.
Only good-looking persons are to read this: •papaouoo os aq ^uppiOM p
As a rule a Freshman is about the most gallant person to be found; but things appar-
ently have undergone a radical change. A certain chunky little Freshman has laid aside
all social rules and customs. He asked a charming young classmate of his to attend a class
party with him, and, much to her sorrow, she consented. He failed to pay her carfare, or
even purchase her some chewing grim, and it became necessary for the poor thing to prevail
upon the charity of a friend, who supplied the unfortunate one with a sufficient amount of
funds to meet the expenses.
Note: — Concerning the authenticity of this item consult Miss Marion Fisher.
Geraldine: (Completing a German translation) “ They fell into each other’s arms and
kissed each other.”
Miss Schmidt: (Asking her to continue with the translation) “ Let’s have some more,
Absence makes the grades grow rounder.
The misunderstanding of words frequently causes strange answers. “ Skinny ” Ben-
nett had been taught that Socrates had a wife who was unpleasant to him, and that the
great philosopher drank hemlock. When Miss Crockett asked him the cause of Socrates’
death, he replied :
“ Socrates died of an overdose of wedlock.”
Yes, words may sound alike, yet have
Dissimilar meanings maybe :
How different is a weak old man
From just a week old baby !
Genevieve: — Isn’t that pink stationery just fine?
Gladys H. : — Yes, but I haven’t a thing to' wear with it.
A kiss equals 0 — |— 2.
Gentleman: (To R. Harrington, directing orchestra) Are you the director of this
R. H. : No. Every man here thinks he is the soloist, and I’m the referee.
An extract from John Owen Nixon’s theme: “We snuck .along the back fence and
skun up through the orchard.”
Clara : All extremely bright people are conceited.
Lawrence C. : Oh, I don’t know. I’m not.
A hug — Every thing gone to waste.
It certainly is healthy for one to partake freely of Aqua Pura; but when one stores up
(or down) a gallon or more at the end of every forty minutes it is going to the extreme.
Furthermore, it takes so long to drink a gallon of just plain water that no one else has time
to quench his thirst without being late to class. I would therefore suggest that some one
with an inventive turn of mind provide a pocket drinking-fountain for Fred Adams, or
prevail upon the school board to permit him to carry the fire-hose around with him.
We understand that Clayton Carlton wants a Packard (automobile).
Stear: What is velocity?
H. Build am (otherwise known as Wamba) : That’s what a fellow lets go of a wasp
And “ Ye Editor” lets go of this humorous ( ?) column with the same thing.
' The Old Grads.’
Quality Here !
Several members of this class tried to bribe the editor to take the date off this picture, but he refused to be corrupted.
This is a comparatively recent addition to the alumni
A Classy Class!
CLASS OP ’76
Bertie Barnard, Deceased.
Herbert Clark, Deceased.
Sarah Washburn Pritchard.
Bessie Johnston Zimmerman.
CLASS OF ’77
CLASS OF ’78
Nora Oatman Heath.
Lovina Washburn Hammerschmidt.
Janet B. Glenn.
Lina Pardee Showers.
Dr. Julia Washburn.
CLASS OF ’80
Ola Fenn Hills.
Louise Griesinger Hills.
Nellie Green Hobart.
Nettie Johnson Burnham.
Addie Stoakes Miller.
Ellery O. Phillips.
Hattie Warner Viall.
George Nettleton, Deceased.
CLASS OF ’81
Sarah Clark Eddy.
Edith Hobart Spellman, Deceased.
Ernest R. Root.
Earl H. Sargent.
Frederika Salisbury Bissel.
CLASS OF ’82
Jas. B. Nettleton.
Hattie Kennedy Pratt, Deceased.
Emma Rowe Thompson.
Bessie McDowell Hewes.
Geo. S. Rowe.
Mary Shepard Griesinger.
CLASS OF ’83
Ella M. Boult.
Bertha Colt Rolfe.
Lyman Munson, Deceased.
Sadie Shepard Steeb.
Geo. C. Shepard.
Flora Shaw Sipher.
Kitty Wilder Nettleton.
Lena Sanders, Deceased.
CLASS OF ’84
Dr. H. D. Bishop.
Perlea Green Damon.
Carrie E. Kimball Hawthorne,
Bell Mattison Barnes.
May Nettelton Cottingham
James M. Seaton.
CLASS OF ’85
Nathan H. McClure.
Wm. E. Adams.
Bertha M. Brintnall Henderson.
Carrie Collins Wertz.
Lulu Day Shepard.
Mattie Collins Crocker.
Nettie Frazier Borger.
Hattie Maile Herd.
Eva Phelps Rice.
Mary Sipher Leach.
Maude Smart Branch.
Geo. F. Tomlinson.
Debbie Miller Dannley.
CLASS OF ’86
Forrest W. Clark.
Edna Hayden Andrews.
Mary Phillips Holmes.
Frank H. Leach, Deceased.
Lena Codding Stanley.
Harry S'. Foskett, Deceased.
Andy M. Patterson, Deceased.
Flora Frazier Steinhoff.
C. D. Wightman.
CLASS OF ’87
Alfred M. Kenyon.
Amy Collins Hawkins.
Marion Colt Browne Wing.
Jessie Fenn Lowe.
Edwin S. Stoddard.
Gertrude Lewis Mack.
Sherman B. Stoddard.
CLASS OF ’88
Mary E. Logan
Minnie Gayer Carr.
Maude Shane, Deceased.
Alice Huddleston Robbins.
Orlen F. Ferriman.
Helen R. Foskett.
Mame Griesinger Hamlin.
Allie Dealing McNeal.
Harry S. Lewis.
Genie Andrew Shepard.
Mildred Gray Hastings.
Irving S. Fenn.
Lucy F. Kennedy Harrison.
Belle Holben Williams.
CLASS OF ’89
Harrie E. Hard.
Pearle Brenner Warner.
Dec. Grace Finch Kenyon.
Pearle Nettleton Fisher.
CLASS OF ’90
Nora Collins Ireland.
Dr. George Bishop.
Edith Hickox Jackson.
Bessie Lowe Reeves.
Lecca Miller Hard.
Mollie Ross Smith.
Hattie Shepard McClure.
Carrie Shepard Kapp.
Chris. Washburn, Deceased.
Bellie Depew Hart.
CLASS OF ’91
Lula Fitts Kenyon.
Mabel Allen Van Epp, Deceased.
Nell Emery Hemmeter.
Clifton B. Green.
Nora Huddleston Weston.
Hattie Whipple Reynolds.
Carrie Warner Calvert.
CLASS OF ’92
Grace Charbonneau, Deceased.
Lillian Hemmeter Spitzer.
Pearl House Eaken.
Dr. John Sipher.
Dr. Bessie Walling.
Mary L. Kimball.
CLASS OF ’93
Meda Brattin Dutton.
M'nnie Freeman Aldrich.
Bertha Harvey Stewart.
Adelaide Whipple Kellogg.
Arthur Van Epp.
CLASS OF ’94
Viva McDo-ugall Ward.
Della Anderson Longacre.
Ella Bateman Green.
Dr. Roy Bishop.
May Fenn Neumyer.
Lillian Fretter Burkett.
Dr. Will Hubbell.
Orpha Ingham Kindig.
Dr. Owen Van Epp.
Edith Wall Young.
Lila Wood Martin.
CLASS OF ’95
Grace Adams Lund.
Edith Andrew Senyard.
Ethel Burdoin Jones.
Louie Dealing Hubbell.
Dr. Ara Hewes.
Nina Nichols Watters.
Eva Oatman Warner.
Lou Ainsworth Alexander.
Mamie Gray Prendergraff Nettleton
Fannie House Hartman.
Kate Pearson Blakeslee.
Anna Roden Schempp.
Fannie Roshon Beedle.
Kate Shepard Shane.
Edna Zimmerman Jones.
CLASS OF ’96
Carrie Root Boyden.
Mabel Harrington Kellogg.
Kate Stowe Oatman.
Bessie Oviatt Randall.
Maude Payne Reese.
Cornelia Spitzer Newton.
Pearl Wightman Cole.
Louise Busher Bootes.
Ada Logan Hahn.
Grace Cole Marple.
Lena Howe Lance.
Josephine Blakeslee Hickox.
Della Knapp Setters, Deceased.
Ethel Nichols Abbott.
John Tooth, Deceased.
CLASS OF ’97
Faith Kehren Rice.
Dr. John McDowell.
Anna Hills Abbott.
Nina P. Nichols Michael, Deceased.
Louisa Holmes Ainsworth.
Dr. Will Nichols.
Dr. Ivan Yoder.
Emma Bishop Lyman.
Carrie Fitch Holcomb.
Ella Fahey Kelling.
Melva Hart Smith.
Carrie Nugent Wilkinson.
Grace Perkins Brainard.
Luciie Hatch Hartman.
Laura Huddleston Swain.
Ethel Pearson Burnett, Deceased
CLASS OF ’98
Roy F. Huddleston.
Marne Roden Heinmington.
Elizabeth Hale Lickorish.
Agnes Knapp Risley.
Carrie L. Bart Chison.
Alice M. Randall.
Rita B. Seeley Burrer.
George W. Faul.
Anna Hobart Rickard.
May E. Levet.
Ralph B. Wood.
Ella Gunkleman Gast.
Bertha Smith Johnson, Deceased.
Earl Y. Roshon.
Ethel M. Branch Benedict, Dec.
Mettle Gable Hale.
Lenora Barnabee Sears.
Elizabeth Glunz Wagner.
Ezra W. Witter.
Belle .T. Tebbit.
Mabelle Hart Spellman.
CLASS OF ’99
Ruth Chidsey Kraver.
Eva Cole Beach.
Eva Crofoot Striver.
Grace Fusselman Ramsey.
Grace Mattingly La Croix.
Florence Whipple Tanner.
Dr. Harvey Yoder.
Edith West Gable.
Marne Hobart Warner.
Eva Spitzer Woods.
Rev. Raymond Fretz.
Jennie McFadden Lower.
Ethel Reinhardt Clement.
Edith Reinhardt Kiefer.
CLASS OF ’00
Edna M. Rickard Hamilton.
Marcia Holmes Bishopric.
Dora Watters Todd.
Pearl Reese Hand.
Bessie Foote Cleverdon.
Francis Foote Cleverdon.
Francis Collins Mayes.
Sophia Charboneau Arnheim.
Laura Gable Lance.
Nora Walling Seymour.
Ina Dennison Dill.
Lucy Dowsher Schubert.
Sadie Eshelman Carr.
Genie Van Epp Wherry.
Huber H. Root.
CLASS OF ’01
Maude Bradley Nichols.
Rena Holmes Wood.
Rev. John H. LaCroix.
Ruth R. Kennan.
Edna Grunninger Dillman.
Frank G. Hard.
Tracy J. Hills.
Ella Hobart Schlabach, Deceased
Eda Hockert Bennett.
Ernest E. Lowe.
Claude W. Moody.
L. Max Richards.
Susie M. Billings.
Cora Eshelman Myers.
Effie C. Holmes.
Norman O. West.
Frank C. Whipple.
Rae Wood Boswell.
Stephen N. Green.
Pearl Maple Vaterick.
Orville A. Nichols.
Frances M. Phillips England.
James M. Pritchard.
Ruby E. Reinhardt.
Nellie Tompkins Fretz.
Cora L. Warren.
CLASS OF ’02
Winifred Y. Fitch.
E. Fay Griffith.
M. Elizabeth Yoder.
Florence Busher Hills.
Ernest L. Edwards.
Adeline French Van Epp, Deceased
Sadie H. Green.
Bion B. Hawkins, Deceased.
Clinton M. Horn.
Iva M. Howk Gardner.
Josephine Kennedy Renz.
Gail H. Kellogg.
Clare M. Jones.
Leah Kindig Reid.
Cora L. Massey.
Donna E. Phillips Longsdorf.
Robert E. Pierce.
Nettie Severcool Bowman.
.Jennie Styer Bowman.
Harold A. Tubbs.
Lillian M. Turner.
Minnie B. Sackett Auble.
CLASS OF ’03
Mary Burt Barker.
Lena Herthnick Thompson.
Paul Van Epp.
Lucile Kimmel Hallock.
Hattie Sackett Greenburg.
Gertrude Beedle Markley.
Julia Webber Gayer.
Edith Bateman Tibbitts.
Cora W T itter.
Emma Yoder Lindig.
Ilia Damon Waite.
Pearl Cadnum Holdey.
Minnie Huntley Mott.
Edna Persons Covad.
George Hill. Deceased.
•lessie Brintnall Oviatt.
CLASS' OF ’04
Lena Edwards Beck.
Minnie Deueker Kunz.
Harriet Eddy Gehman.
Lena Grunninger Chipps.
CLASS OF ’05
Myron A. Bachtell.
Fionna M. Bessy.
Clare M. Chipps.
Carl S. Dawley.
Gladys M. Harrington.
Jamie E. Knuth.
Florence J. Phillips.
B. LaMont McFadden.
Glenn A. Randall.
Elizabeth J. Smith.
Lona M. Weidman Salisbury.
Frank A. Harris
Helen Ryan Pelton.
Dewey E. Beech.
Glenn E. Benjamin.
Florence A. Bowman.
Edgar P. Brainard.
Ada B. Branch.
Catherine Fisher Gardner.
Golda Fuller Lance.
Mildred W. Hobart.
Neva F. Hobart.
Dennis O. Ingham.
Paul P. Wells.
Halcyon A. Yoder.
CLASS OF ’06
Ethel V. Davis Gallup.
Cora M. Dillman.
Nell M. Eddy.
Richard G. Hoddinott.
Amy C. Holmes Lesker.
Ernest O. Waltz.
Blake O. Arnold.
Eleanor A. Bachtell.
Flora E. Case.
Harry O. Ferguson.
Carl H. Harrington.
Alma F. House.
Roy E. Kimmell.
Mary Pelton Johns.
Joseph H. Pritchard.
Lela Salmon Hartzog.
Lee R. Sargeant.
Elberia Tanner Wightman.
Floyd Van Deusen.
Joseph F. Vittel.
Clarence L. Warner.
Perle Thomas Hartman.
CLASS OF ’07
Mollie Clement Clement.
Lyle D. Eddy.
Vida Fuller Johnson.
Lillian Heath Kindig.
Alice Huntley Danaher.
Nettie Levet Wagner.
Harold F. Martin.
Genevieve Phillips Reinhardt.
Elizabeth Adelaide Pritchard.
Doris R. Randall.
Milo J. Rudd.
Earl S. Sargeant.
Maude Waters Rollins.
Hazel E. Benjamin.
Netha V. Clark.
Pearl B. Gower.
Wm. H. Harrington.
Blake E. Hartman.
George B. House.
Carl H. Huffman.
Ethlvn M. Rumbaugh Reynolds.
Chester W. Ryan.
Leda M. Thomas Wilbur.
Sada D. Waters.
Mary K. Weibley.
Nina M. Wheeler.
Ray H. Wiles.
CLASS OF ’08
Grace Balmer Penneman.
Edna Brainard Waltz.
Gladys Branch McFadden.
Maria Foote Halliwill.
Pearl Hill Decher.
Iva Kirkpatrick Kelser.
X. Pearl Oatman Adams.
Mary Louise Pauli.
Leona Salmon Woolley.
Velma Smith Kelser.
CLASS OF ’09
Marie C. Yocum Russell.
Walter R. Clark.
Carl M. Starr.
Fidelia J. Hard.
Newton T. Miller.
Minerva G. Pratt.
Gladys L. Fusselman.
Ella R. Kramer.
Lucie I. Branch.
Faye Franks Rumbaugh.
CLASS OF ’10
Laura Louise Arthur.
Harry House Bachtell.
Edwin A. Brainard.
Lillian E. Beach.
Iva Cecelia Bowman.
Bert Buckingham, Deceased.
Maxwell T. Burnham.
Howard R. Calvert.
Letha A. Carlton.
Carl O. Carsten.
Franklin W. Clark.
Nina E. Cole.
Claude C. Crawford.
Elmer K. Friedel.
Archie L. Geisinger.
Lucille M. Hemmeter.
Lucy E. Hill.
Pauline D. House.
Ira Kennedy Tanner.
Olive A. Leister.
Edith Lucile Miller.
Raymond J. Miller.
Olive M. Moody.
Karl R. Moutoux.
Floyd E. Nichols.
Leiva M. Salmon.
Viva B. Sargeant.
Grover A. Stoup.
Margorie M. Van Deusen.
Mae R. Waltz.
Corwin M. Witter.
Edna L. Worden.
CLASS OF ’ll
Ernest H. Adams.
Floyd S. Bennett.
Dorothy V. Fisher.
Herbert W. Frank.
Florence L. Goodyear.
Harry Kline Heath,
Frank O. Hobart.
Herle L. Immel.
Gerald W. Johnson.
Ica R. Johnson.
Fred D. Koons.
■T. Blake Koons.
Earl W. Leatlierman.
Wendell R. Lercli.
Gertrude E. Morrel.
Isadene M. Miner.
W. Max Phillips.
Clarence D. Rickard.
Alice L. Richie.
Julia L. Smith Munson.
Caroline E. Treftinger.
Mabelle H. Treffinger.
Ivan S. Weisz.
Clayton D. O. Wiles.
CLASS OF ’12
Bertha B. Bohley.
Dorothy C. Branch.
Helen Yetta Burgin.
Mildred S. Calvert.
Lillian A. Carlton.
Jennetta M. Case.
Arthur S. Clark.
Eulaila P. Damon.
Herbert A. Horn.
Edward C. Gibbs.
Charles G. Gertiser.
Effie R. Gates.
Richard N. Fluent.
Esther M. Hale.
Mildred W. Kramer.
Clifton K. Loomis.
Wm. F. McFadden.
Lucius B. Nettleton.
Arthur G. Pierce.
George W. Rickert.
Dorothy E. Rollins
Gladys D. Schlabach.
Hallie K. Shaw.
Emma R. Shildrick.
Netta M. Thomas
Winnie M. Thompsett.
Wm. F. Todd.
Willis C. Todd.
Ceylon Newton Woodruff.
Ruth Bradford Wright.
Marion B. Whipple.
Ralph P. Worden.
Helen E. Yoder.
CLASS OF ’13
William Wayne Anderson.
Robert Anderson Beach.
Marian Francis Branch.
Erwin Harold Brought.
Arbie Clinton Carlton.
Helen Marie Clark.
Oscar Raymond Culler.
Lowell McKinley Ewing.
Marcella Catherine Fisher.
Arthur Perkins French.
Helen M. Ganyard.
Marion Ellis Garver.
Anna Naoma Gault.
Glenn Wayland Geisinger.
Marion U. Gleason.
Winifred Helen Hobart.
Ralph Emerson House.
Fred William Kelser.
Lucile Eleanor Hunsberger.
Carl Clifford Lowe.
Sherman Van Norman Maple.
Edna Myrle Pelton.
William Maley Rauscher.
John B. Renz.
Zelma Renz, Deceased.
Caroline Ruby Simmons.
Ralph Edward Snedden.
Evelyn Marie Thatcher.
Leland Vernon Walton.
John Albin Weber.
Maude LaMowre Whipple.
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Great Discovery — no girls at Tri-State; it is Co-Educational.
Everybody tries to get a squint at the new Freshmen and teachers.
Seniors assume great dignity.
Two Freshmen rescued by Ered Adams.
This notice posted: “ Cicero for sale. Good as new, not used much.”
R. H. Harrington.
Barnum starts some bushes.
Football squad out.
Clayton takes interest in Chatham Tel. Exchange.
“ Doc ” breaks up housekeeping in Chemistry Lab.
High School Orchestra organizes.
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1. Expert Prescription Service.
2. Rare Drugs and Chemicals.
4. Rubber Goods.
5. Toilet Wares.
6. Distinctive Stationery.
7. Veterinary Supplies.
8. Tempting Confectionery.
9. Post Cards.
10. Selected Cigars.
11. Soda Water, Ice Cream,
13. Telephone Buying.
14. Mail-order Opportunities.
15. Rapid Delivery Service.
Trade Here and
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The Corner Drugstore
Sign of the Big Street Clock
G. F. HIGH
Fine Watch and Jewelry
Diamonds and Precious Stones
Kodaks, Cameras, and
22. Mr. Lanham addresses Assembly.
26. Mr. Edmund reads “ The Lady or the Tiger? ”
27. Barnum plays violin solo for Assembly.
Oct. 1. Gala Day. Cuyahoga Falls shows us the fine points of football.
3. All senior grades good.
4. Barberton gently lulls our team to sleep. 37-0
6. Geraldine resplendent in new gray, plaid, slit, hobble skirt.
8. Merry Travelers.
9. Ruth dedicates her new football song.
1 0. Medina shows Wadsworth some real Football. 31-5
11. “ Doc ” begins labor collecting class dues.
12. “ Skin ” hits the pike (Sunday).
16. A man in the park meets Florence in the dark. Did she run? Well, ask Wood-
17. Florence tries it again. She doesn’t run.
18. Ravenna works over time running up a score in Medina. 26-19
24. Everybody sad. Teachers attend meeting in Cleveland.
25. Wooster pays a nold score. 7-0
Nov. 1. 44-0 Mansfield. “ Null sed.”
4. Messrs. Lanham and Sclmell hold down boards in Assembly. Mr. Edmund bawls
out Football team.
5. Geraldine falls thru the fire escape.
6. Heroic rescue of Geraldine by Puppy.
8. Medina toys with Ashland. 46-0. Revenge is sweet.
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ware at 4 4 The Endless Store with
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9. “ Snow Bound.” Miss Beech tells of “ Ellis Island.”
10. Seniors slow in paying class dues. “ Doc ” is so excited, he loses flesh.
14. “ Pie Social.” Football benefit. “ Skin ” surrounds three.
15. Wadsworth goes home wflth short end of 14-0 score.
10. Sims detained rejoicing in Cleveland.
22. Hard battle brings victory to Medina 7-0 Wooster.
27. Jerry O’Connor dies from overdose of chloroform.
Dec. 5. Hettie says Goliath is an angel.
5. Elizabeth gets 0 in Vergil.
6. Effect : Miss Feeney gets another gray hair.
7. Mr. Stear seen at the Princess Theatre.
20. Barnum gets a shave.
21. Vacation begins at last.
24. Miss Feeney and Miss O’Connor patronize the Big Store.
Jan. 1. Freddy makes a resolution to get to school on time.
2. “ Oh, dear!” He breaks it.
5. Lawrence blows himself and goes to the movies.
G. Puppy quits smoking at 10 p. M.
7. Starts again at 6 A. M.
9. Sale on haircuts. Fisher invests.
10. Clayton goes to Chatham.
11. Orchestra makes debut in chapel.
12. Miss Schmidt discovers her ink bottle giving off H 3 S.
13. Another set of chemistry apparatus broke. Charge to u Doc ” Damon.
We want to sell you your
Leading Clothiers, Hatters, and Furnishers
O. C. Shepard Company
23 Public Square
Grain - Flour
Soft as a Glove; Light as a Feather.
Conform to every bend of the
foot. Made in Brov/n and
White leathers for Golf,
Tennis, Boating, Camp-
ing and all out-door
uses. The ideal Out-
For Grown-Ups and G rowin g-Ups
Fisher’s Shoe Store
Geraldine says aqua regia burns.
Harold entertains Senior Class. Paul gets a drink of rather aged eider.
Fair co-eds give football banquet.
We go to Karl’s for a class party.
Where are those Football sweaters?
Maude treats to a chicken supper. Miss Beech tries to take apple from Harold’s
head, with unhoped-for results.
Arthur buys graduation present.
A senior girl buys Arthur one.
Miss Crockett meets a married newspaper man on the train.
Miss Crockett received an article in favor of divorce from the same man.
Grand rush to learn Tango. Faculty included.
“ Skin ” breaks his neck learning the Lame Duck.
Barnum recites in Latin.
Sid puts on his spring suit.
Senior class entertained by “ Schlizzy ” and “ Slatts ” at the home of the latter.
Miss O’Connor much worried over the Mexican situation.
Miss O’Connor receives a letter requiring 6 cts. postage, from the U. S. Eagle.
Miss Schmidt gives German party.
Domestic science course in progress. All senior girls and faculty eager to learn.
Sid measured for graduation suit.
Miss Beech starts the ANNUAL.
Engravers and Printers
Class Pins and Jewelry
Quayle & Co,, Albany, N, Y,
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The Old Phoenix National Bank
Resources over $1,500,000
J. ANDREW, President
BLAKE McDOWELL, Vice-president
C. E. JONES, Cashier
R. O. McDOW ELL, Asst. Cashier
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Soft Drinks . Ice Cream Soda
Papers— Daily and Weekly
Magazines of all kinds
Subscriptions taken for all magazines
We sell cigars, tobacco, confections
W. A. McIntosh
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7. Baseball practice starts in earnest.
12. Hettie leaves off her hair-ribbon.
14. Evelyn decides to become a teacher.
16. Hurrah ! “ Schlizzy ” comes to school on time.
17. Katie Deane. High-school girls and faculty show real talent.
18. Maudie takes notice of under-classman.
20. Goodness! How Miss Beech pushes the Annual.
28. Mr. Edmund breaks all speed records.
29. Miss Crockett becomes incendiary and sets fire to Spruce Run.
May 1. Lakewood has no mercy. No official score to Medina.
1. Big Dance. Only Genevieve, Edith and Miss Feeney appear with flowers. No
cheap skates in town. Oh, no !
2. Miss Feeney chaperones baseball team to Cleveland. Fine time !
4. Wadsworth still a Mecca.
Dado makes trip again.
5. Latin room filled with Caesar’s bridges.
6. One Kindig proves too much for our baseballers. 1-0
7. Shane is still getting specials from Ohio River region.
9. Buchtel Academy, easy. 19-6.
12. Special brings Sims’ mail from Cleveland.
13. Miss Schmidt’s epistle to U of P only eighteen pages today. Parcels Post.
14. Director Barnum takes his “ circus ” to Granger.
16. Miss Feeney receives a diamond ring. Donor unknown to students.
17. Sunday. Sad calamity. Puppy deserts his love for Wadsworth.
HAWKINS— The Photographer
has earned a reputation in Medina for
up-to-date work and square dealing
Hawkins . Photographer . Medina
American House Barber
the road —
On Display at
The Medina Garage
General Repairing and
Gasoline and Oils.
Can Save you Money on Tires.
Ford Service Station.
No Delays in adjustments.
Call R. E. KIMMELL
for demonstration— 1189 or 3080
Young Men and
COMMENCE your life right by starting a banking account on the
Endowment or Limited Life plan with the World’s Largest Financial
Institution — The New York Life Insurance Company — to secure you,
and by so doing lay the foundation for systematic savings, thrift, and a
substantial sum due 10, 15, or 20 years from now — just when it will
be needed most — and in the meantime give you the safest and most
reliable protection it is possible to get. Don’t put off looking into the
proposition, but take Dr. Talmadge’s advice: "Start young.”
For particulars regarding different contracts and rates see
L. H. RANDALL, Special Representative
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18. Miss Beech has altercation with agent of Beacon.
Mr. Edmund plays knight errant and makes him apologize.
18. Wadsworth falls victim to one of our batting- rallies. 9-6.
19. Freddie brings out last year’s straw hat.
20. Clara Penn becomes in reality an angel.
22. Ravenna goes home in defeat after hard battle. 4-1.
23. Doc goes to Cleveland. Miss O’Connor the lucky one.
26. Johnny Godlove is in his glory. He had charge of chapel. Still under the effects
he reprimands Miss Feeney for talking in the hall. One hour later he apologizes.
27. Doc lias three blowouts.
28. Dec has another in the a. m.
28. Miss Schmidt is happy. Wireless of U. of P.
28. C. D. Wightman has another girl.
28. Doc and Miss O’Connor gather up the washing.
29. Doc Damon takes Miss O’Connor to Wadsworth. (In Buick?)
30. Chippewa opens.
31. Sad calamity befalls venturesome June bug. Is rescued after frantic search,
where Christmas gifts are wont to be by Miss Crockett. At autopsy the bug
was found to have died from suffocation.
June 1. Mr. Stear dines out, and incidentally helps “ Pa ” develop. George on his knees
is forgiven. Farewell Wadsworth!
2. Miss Bennett gets joy ride. Some others look askance.
3. The faculty go to the lake. Messrs. Stear and Godlove rock the boat, leaving
Miss Feeney to chaperone the students. Miss Beech imposes on Doc. by going
on a joy ride.
5. Junior-Senior Reception. Juniors do themselves proud. “ Doc ” shaves twice
Black Flag Insect Powder
Destroys Bugs and All Plant Pests
Endorsed by Agricultural Class of Medina High School after thorough tests .
Gilpin Langdon & Co. . . . Baltimore, Maryland
Wright’s BOOK STORE
Books, Magazines, Sheet Music,
Pictures, and Sporting Goods.
Graphophones, Job Printing, Post Cards, Pennants, and Novelties.
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Medina Coal Company
Dealers in Coal
Soft, Hard, Pocahontas, and Smithing; Prompt Service; Phone 1171.
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The use of Electricity for light and
power is one of the comforts of life .
Patronize The Medina E. L. &? P. Co.
and you will get value received.
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E. T. PIERCE . . . Automobiles
Auto Livery, Cream Separators
111 West Washington Street
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McDOWELL, the Photographer
North Court Street, Medina, Ohio
Maker of Any Thing in the Photo Line
Open Sundays by Appointment
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WOULDN’T IT BE FUNNY IF
Andrew Long passed a fellow without pulling his hair.
Mr. Stear passed Hobart’s grocery without looking in.
William Hobart should take a girl to a class party.
Margaret Borger should have a new beau.
Buddy Munson would grow.
Camp Fire Girls went home from the meeting alone.
Wynn Boyden should say “ Darn.”
Sam Burgen came to school on time.
Joe Seymour paid his class dues.
Hazel Roberts went a day without giggling.
Pauline Griesinger got A in deportment.
Bryan Gray and Bryan Case should play hookey.
Howard Warner would forget to wink at the girls.
Clara Fenn should be sent out of class for whispering.
B. Pierce should speed again.
Mr. Godlove’s hair wasn’t combed.
Miss O’Connor should go auto riding.
Dale Coons should have a date.
Geraldine Canavan should put on flesh.
George Shane should wake up on the baseball field.
Charles Griesinger should slip a shoe.
Ralph Harrington got a shave.
O. N. LEACH & SON
Clothiers - Hatters - Haberdashers
42-43 Public Square, . . . Medina, Ohio
Work Store of Medina County is
We carry every thing to work and to work with, and show our
customers how to take any stitch.
Fuller . . Medina ,
Medina Y. M. C. A.
Stands for Clean Speech, Clean Sports,
Clean Habits. All boys invited to join.
L. W. BOY DEN, Chairman
W. J. WALL, Treasurer
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Commence Trading with
Medina Bending W orks
for Builders’ Supplies
JE WELR Y STORE
4. Public Square
GRIESINGERS' $3.50, $4.00, $4.50, $5.00
WALK -OVER SHOES
Not the ordinary kind of shoes, hut the kind that appeals to the dress
critical man or woman. Let us fit you the Walk-over way.
GRIESINGERS ’ $ 3 - 50 , $4.oo , $ 4 . 50 , $ 5.00
Go to Rhodes’ for 1-cent to 25-cent Goods
C. M. RHODES, MEDINA, OHIO
Henry Young : : : Meat Market
FITTING GLASSES A SPECIALTY
Dr. A. E. Shaw, Phone 1107, Medina, Ohio
John F. Beck : : Teacher of Piano
Studio , Bradway Block
C. F. HOBART : : GROCERY
MEDINA , OHIO
For Robbing, Baths , or First-class Rarbering
Call at Peltoti's Shop , 20 Q So. Court
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Job Printing and Photo Finishing
ACME PRINTING COMPANY
“ The Hurry-up Print Shop" Office over Rhodes’ Store